This morning, before a very fun hike with my girlfriend, I asked
God something very dangerous. I asked first for safety while we were hiking,
but then I asked Him to break my heart for what breaks His.
Be careful Christians.
He was faithful and did it. Though I
cannot imagine it is to the extent that it would break Him, I felt hurt all day
for people that have no concept of saving grace, the love of the savior, peace
with God almighty or even hope. What could that even feel like? What does it
make you think about the world to know that you have no purpose? Even more what
hurt me the most was the people that I personally know, that run, even sprint
away from God in the hopes of finding their 'Jonah treasure'. What does it feel
like to send the one most precious to you, to a horrible place and die for a
bunch of scum bags?
Here's my stellar analogy.
I adore my dog. I love him more than
(most) humans. Now if I sent him to die for all the monsters that have beheaded
others, knowing that those same monsters would spit on him, tear him apart and
torture him. Well, I would kill every last one of them. So it's pretty obvious
I'm not super godly in my attitude. But in my finite mind I cannot even fathom
why God sent Jesus, knowing millions would reject him.
This thought went through my head all
morning while I was hiking. On the way home (girlfriend was knocked out in the
passenger seat) I was simply broken at my lack of witness for Jesus. I have the
greatest treasure of any, yet I hold it to myself. I have the cure that
billions need, yet I've said, "yeah but I don't want to be awkward"
BE AWKWARD.
You just might be part of the reason
someone doesn't burn in Hell forever. Hell is real. Every bit as real as
heaven.
My goal in saying all of this is that 1)
God will open your eyes, if you're willing to look. 2) LOOK at the disease that
plagues Christians. Being unwilling to share the Gospel. 3) Act. Make a move.
Leave tracts. Share the gospel with that co-worker.
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